I'm losing myself
Can't you see?
These waves of pain
I can barely breath.
I'm sorry you can't understand me
It's caused by this invisible sea.
I'm so uncertain,
Confused on myself.
Not knowing who I am,
I sit upon a shelf.
I'm judged by others,
And never bought.
Am I not good enough...?
This happens a lot...
I'm sorry I'm not like the others,
The blood's running to my head so I'll make another.
All these old slashes on my body ache,
More is what they want me to make.
I can't say that I don't agree,
But they wanna take it to a different degree.
YOU ARE READING
The Poems Of Me
PoetryPoetry is a form of venting for me. So don't be surprised if you read this only to find a book full of meaningful, and possibly confusing, poems. In some way, my poems are a form of myself and my own feelings. ((PLEASE DON'T STEAL! I MAKE THESE POE...
